
I remember clearly the first time I even heard the term "suicide". I was probably seven or eight years old, if that, and I had been reading a mystery book that I found in the basement of my parents’ house. I got to a word I didn't know and asked my mother what it was. "Suicide," she said, "that is the word for when someone decides that they don’t want to be alive anymore, so they decide to end their own life." "You die?" I asked, totally mystified by the idea of death by anything other than natural causes like old age or some sort of tragic disaster. "Why would someone WANT to die though?" I asked. "It's silly, isn't it?" my mother said, "because things always get better." Read more




